It was a day and passing
Someone thought something was in the way
No one caught what i caught but i caught it full on
I didn't want to be mixed up that way:
Die? not today cause i know one thing stuck in my head
(should i let it work cause i'll see it once again
I laid down my hands for this it might be the last time)
And when i find the passing
I find myself caught in the exchange
If i could stop hurting if i could get away
I'd like to look and find my place you were right behind me